The Glass Upon Which We Walk

I recently found a part of my past I thought I lost. A simple, vintage perfume bottle. You see, my grandmother used to be an antique dealer. I would visit her as a young child at work. I would climb the old, wood and creek-ridden steps to where she was and get lost among allContinue reading “The Glass Upon Which We Walk”

The first: A hello and riding the crimson wave

I have a confession. I spent $89.00 on a new facial serum and I’ve broken down in tears no less than three times today. While that isn’t my all -time record, it’s curious to me that today of all days, when I am emotionally at my worst, is the day I decide to start thisContinue reading “The first: A hello and riding the crimson wave”